Thursday, January 25, 2018

Hopeless

I was dying inside when you came
Restless forlorn with nowhere to go
Sick and tired of all life's misfortune
I was on the verge of quitting everything
But thanks, you came and save me

-mr. deepy-

Photo by Izzy Gerosa on Unsplash

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